My Waitress (NOT EDITED)

Chapter 32

Hey guys, I'm so sorry about the hiatus! I've been stressed lately and school has taken away most of my sleep. I'm hoping to get a schedule together for not just this but for everything else happening in my life.

Anyway, here's chapter 32!

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I close my eyes into slumber and open them into a nightmare. I'm in a black void, no light anywhere, nothing around me.

Ethan appears, standing a couple feet away, with eyes as cold as the arctic and a wicked smile. Somehow I actually feel cold air coming from his side. I shiver.

Suddenly my heart drops to my feet, so does the color of my skin as I turn pale. I feel the air thickening. A huge wave of fear splashes onto me. My legs shake. This petrifying feeling is coming from the same direction. From his direction.

From him.

I thought his expression couldn't get anymore malicious but it does. His staring makes it more uncomfortable and terrifying. My skin crawls with goosebumps.

And this fear gets more and more worse. The only thing I'm hearing is my heart beating out of my chest. It starts out slow, but as the fear grows, and the staring continues, it gradually gets faster and faster.

Next thing I know I'm running for my life. Besides my loud heartbeat I hear Ethan's footsteps.

I'm watching you, Nicole.

I'm running as fast as I can, and luckily, I feel no pain. But why do I feel like I'm not going anywhere?

Ethan's voice sounded far more closer than before. But he's just walking. How is he catching up?

We are watching you.

Suddenly from both sides hands disperse from the shadows. I look behind and see hands following too. I try and pick up my pace. I don't know where I'm going, running straight is all I can do.

One of the shadowy hands touches my shoulder. My mind flashes back to the day of the crash, before we went into the car. My dad was telling me about the trip.

Another hand touches me. We were saying goodbye to Mr. Matthew before he left to visit his family. Another hand shows me packing, saying goodbye to my room.

Another hand pictures my parents and I in the car, driving.

Another shows the moment before the black SUV hits us.

I stop running. Hands stop chasing me and vanish. For some reason I feel like I can't go any further, like I'm standing at the edge of a cliff. I even look down, thinking in that scenario.

Ethan's footsteps stop. I turn around and see him directly standing behind me. In less than a second his hand latches around my neck. I'm automatically reminded of what happened with us last night.

But this time, his fingers sink into my neck.

And we're coming for you.

Time slows when Ethan pushes me. I don't hit any flooring. I continue to fall off the cliff. Ethan gets smaller and smaller till he's too tiny to see. A song begins to play. It's Billie Eilish's Copycat, but it's low-pitched, slowed, corrupted. I look down and see big rocks and boulders with sharp edges. Again, from all the death nightmares, I'm going to fall on the same boulders from the day of the crash.

Head first.

The second before I hit the rocks my eyes pop open. I shoot up from the bed, panting heavily and shaking. The harsh feeling on my neck sits there, making it hard to breathe. My eyes start to tear up.